"Wretched Humans!" A ferious voice cried out in the mist of the night. Eveything seemed lifeless and extinct, as he roamed about.

Anger and hatered had always been with him, constantly creating a stronger darkness to form within him. The only thing that brought him happyness was the suffering of other people. His mind was full of many different things that usually related to hatred or a plan of some sort. But he felt the need of a challenging fight to clear his mind, but everything here was almost dead anyway. Let alone the fact that he already killed the crimminals that either challenged him or were stupid enough to get on his bad side.

Suddenly he came to a dead halt. His eyes were locked on a human like figure that stood only a few feet infront of him. Anxious, he drew his sword to challenge him to a duel. The closer he got the stronger the figure seemed to be, but he couldn't indicate weather or not if the figure was armed. He smirked and continued. He didn't care how strong the figure was, it was about to be the fight of their life.